but i just seen bay bay bay from real chance at love [that's the name of the show right?] at the mall buying fake eyelashes. hahahaa.. that girl is HELLA tiny in real life.. i thought she'd be some tall bitch. but she is prettier in real life. i wasn't sure if it was her [now realize it was her cuz i seen her tattoo on her wrist] and i didn't wanna bother her while she was buying her eyelashes.. but damn i wish i said something. i just want to ask her.. "what the fuck were you thinking going on that show for that dude?!!" let's be honest, real looks like a horse with some pretty ass hair. she should have at least held out for that ray j show, ha.
oh yeah.. i'mma be in LA this memorial day weekend! yeeee.. can't wait to go home! i miss my mommy and daddy. HOLLAAA!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Monday, December 08, 2008
tagged!
am i getting any better at updating? i've already gotten people up my ass about updating.. sorry, ya'll!
OH, and i was gonna steal t.michelle's other blog about shit that pisses me off.. thought i'd have more time to do that, but i gotta study for my GMAT's.. so that's gonna have to wait for my next post!
anyway, thankfully i got tagged by T.Michelle to do a "7 random/weird facts about yourself" list.. which i'll gladly do cuz it gives me something to write about, even tho this means i may be outing myself as some sort of freak. so here goes..
1. i hate, hate, haaaaate backless stairs [like these below]
ever since i was little, i had this ridiculous fear that i'd trip and fall thru the steps, splatter across the floor, and die a horrible death. and it doesn't help that i'm afraid of heights and get lightheaded if i was to look down, which would be the reason why i'd lose my balance on these stairs and fall off and die. and even worse - these stairs often times come with those flimsy rails that have bars that are like, 3 feet apart from each other. if i don't fall thru the steps, i'll fall thru those rails. whoever thought up of and designed these type of stairs need to be shoved thru those steps.
2. when i have multiple programs/windows open on my desktop, i have to have them in a specific order [especially at work] on my taskbar. and if one program has a spasm and crashes, unless it's the last window open, i have to shut down all my open programs/windows and reopen them.. in that specific order i have to have them in. it's sort of like how i have to have files named uniformly on my computer. and how i set the volume on my TV, radio, computer, etc to multiples of 5 [if the volume option comes up as a numeric number]. and how i hate to get my hands dirty so much so that if i must eat food with my hands, my thumbs and index fingers are the only two fingers that will touch the food. yup.. those are most of my quirks.
3. i don't like talking when i'm in the car. this goes for both as a driver and as a passenger. for me, car rides are a time for me to zone out. i like to just listen to music and let my mind wander.. i don't need to have some muthafucka all up in my ear yappin' about this shit or that shit, or how their day was, or whatever life-or-death situation they were in that day, etc.. it irritates me, okay? sometimes it bugs me so damn much, especially if the person is talking so goddamn much that i can't tune them out no matter how hard i try, that i will cut the him/her off in the middle of his/her sentence and tell them to shut the fuck up, which ends up making me look like superbitch. usually i'll apologize once we get out of the car tho. oh, and lemme mention that if i'm a passenger in a car going somewhere that takes more than 20 minutes, i will most likely fall asleep.. regardless of the time of day or whether or not i'm even tired.
4. i am a neat-freak. i can't stand a mess. i can't stand shit being unorganized. i am very OCD about my living area and it drives me INSANE when someone tries to re-organize my stuff. i can't stand dirty dishes in the sink or the trash not being taken out.. it bothers me without me even needing to see it. just knowing it's sitting there bothers me enough for me to get up [even if i'm sick in bed] and clean it up.
5. i believe that animals/rodents/bugs/insects have a world just like humans do - complete with their own 10 o'clock news. so every time i see a dead squirrel or animal in the street, i imagine that somewhere, their loved ones are out looking for them, wondering where they are, and that when their bodies are found, they end up on their news as another sad reminder to "not cross the street in busy traffic."
6. when i was about 11 years old, i came up with this brilliant idea to sell flowers to my neighbors to make money to "go to europe." i would pick flowers from our yard and our neighbors' yards, and go door-to-door with my friend selling them at 25 cents each. one day, my friend [who was asian] and i went to this one white woman's house a few streets down from ours, and tried to sell her flowers. she rudely declined and slammed the door in our face. as we were walking down her driveway, i saw a really pretty rose and decided to cut it off its stem and sell it. as soon as my scissors went snip, this evil bitch stormed out of her house and started berating us in front of all her neighbors on her street for picking her flower [like that shit don't grow back]. this broad was watching us from inside her house to make sure we got off her property.. and to this day, i still believe it's because we weren't white kids. anyway, she was so beyond pissed.. i was waiting for her eyes to pop out her head and for her to have a damn breakdown over her stupid ass flower. she ended up calling both our parents to snitch on us, and they had to come pick us up to escort us home like we were criminals. if that bitch is still around when i have kids, i'mma dump their shit on her lawn.
7. i have the hardest time correctly pronouncing the word "cal," which is ironic considering i attended uc berkeley. if i don't say it slowly [like i'm about to say the word "california" but stop after the first syllable], with a lot of effort and thought [thus sounding like a retard], it ends up sounding like "kel." somewhere, oski the bear is hanging his head in shame.
now i think i was supposed to tag 7 people.. but i don't even know that many people on here [sob]! and since i don't follow rules anyway, i will tag:
OH, and i was gonna steal t.michelle's other blog about shit that pisses me off.. thought i'd have more time to do that, but i gotta study for my GMAT's.. so that's gonna have to wait for my next post!
Saturday, November 08, 2008
momma, a lot of shit has changed!
i know.. it's been a minute since i've posted. i been tryna get back into writing on a regular basis, but i swear getting my ass to sit down and write a post is like tryna pluck a dude's eyebrows.. TOUGH!!
so anyway.. a lot of shit done changed since my last post. our country elected OBAMA to lead (yay!), but in one step back, california voted to ban same-sex marriage (boo!). prop 8 is a damn joke. the supporters of prop 8 are a joke, too. i don't buy into a damn thing they talking about.. protect marriage? FROM WHAT? marriage is a fuckin' joke. get at me about it when the divorce rate isn't 50%.. when people aren't cheating on their spouses.. when you stop allowing 18-year-olds to marry.. when you stop allowing people who've only known each other for a muthafuckin' WEEK to marry! and that hoopla about teaching marriage in school.. i'm sorry, but i've gone to school in california my whole life and for some reason, i don't recall for the life of me EVER learning about marriage in school. and i won't even get into the mormon church and the hypocrisy they stand for with their polygamy-lovin' asses.
moving on. mr. bitchassness from my last post has fallen off the face of MY earth - thank the lord! after callin' him out on all his bitchassness, he pouted and stopped talking to me [after complaining that i'm hella mean.. yeah, yeah, tell me something i don't already know]. anyway, i don't know which hole he crawled back into to cry and untangle his nuts from his panties, and i don't give a damn! if i didn't call him out, someone else would have, so whatever.
in other news.. ya'll, your girl is SMITTEN! this dude, let's call him isaac.. i swear, i ain't felt this many butterflies in my tummy since i first met trey. it's ridiculous how fuckin' FINE this brotha is. now i don't typically go for the light-skinned, "pretty" boys [really!], especially those that have hella tattoos [a couple are cool].. but this guy is all of the above. he's what i would consider "pretty".. but still rugged. he's hood.. but educated. he's basically tupac with a college degree. LEMME WIFE HIM UP!!! naw, forreals.. and he works with at-risk kids [aww]. and his body.. mmm.. okay, i'mma stop. anyway, we been kickin' it for about a month now.. i usually i get bored by now, but NO! he is growing on me like crazy.. i am so damn attracted to him, that every time i'm with him, i just wanna hump the shit outta him. but since i'mma lady, i've controlled myself around him.. so far. siiiiigh. i swear it's never been this hard to hold back! and i promise it's not just all physical attraction.. we really do mesh well. he's real kick back and came off as a little shy when we first met [which is what attracted me even more to him].. but hopefully he doesn't turn out to be crazy and deranged. fuck that, even if he is crazy and deranged, i'd still hit, HA! naw, but really.. i do enjoy being with him.. and as confused as i was not that long ago about the situation with me and trey, i think it's safe to say.. isaac could be just what i need to move in a new direction. it's funny how similar the two of them are, yet different at the same time. isaac has all the qualities in trey that i fell for, and the qualities that i wished that trey had [the attentiveness]. but we'll see how it goes.. i'll keep ya'll updated.
besides that, there hasn't been anything else exciting in my life. i'm still studying for my GMATs like crazy. that shit is making my brain hurt. i'm THISCLOSE to sayin' fuck it to grad school. OH, and i'm moving into a new apartment next week and i couldn't be more excited! i'm so tired of this inconsiderate muthafucka that lives below me who sound like he's constantly playing basketball upside down in his apartment. so i'm making it a point to stomp, jump, and run around in my apartment during my last week here. childish, yes. but ya'll should already know by now that i'm not above that kinda shit, haha.
so anyway.. a lot of shit done changed since my last post. our country elected OBAMA to lead (yay!), but in one step back, california voted to ban same-sex marriage (boo!). prop 8 is a damn joke. the supporters of prop 8 are a joke, too. i don't buy into a damn thing they talking about.. protect marriage? FROM WHAT? marriage is a fuckin' joke. get at me about it when the divorce rate isn't 50%.. when people aren't cheating on their spouses.. when you stop allowing 18-year-olds to marry.. when you stop allowing people who've only known each other for a muthafuckin' WEEK to marry! and that hoopla about teaching marriage in school.. i'm sorry, but i've gone to school in california my whole life and for some reason, i don't recall for the life of me EVER learning about marriage in school. and i won't even get into the mormon church and the hypocrisy they stand for with their polygamy-lovin' asses.
moving on. mr. bitchassness from my last post has fallen off the face of MY earth - thank the lord! after callin' him out on all his bitchassness, he pouted and stopped talking to me [after complaining that i'm hella mean.. yeah, yeah, tell me something i don't already know]. anyway, i don't know which hole he crawled back into to cry and untangle his nuts from his panties, and i don't give a damn! if i didn't call him out, someone else would have, so whatever.
in other news.. ya'll, your girl is SMITTEN! this dude, let's call him isaac.. i swear, i ain't felt this many butterflies in my tummy since i first met trey. it's ridiculous how fuckin' FINE this brotha is. now i don't typically go for the light-skinned, "pretty" boys [really!], especially those that have hella tattoos [a couple are cool].. but this guy is all of the above. he's what i would consider "pretty".. but still rugged. he's hood.. but educated. he's basically tupac with a college degree. LEMME WIFE HIM UP!!! naw, forreals.. and he works with at-risk kids [aww]. and his body.. mmm.. okay, i'mma stop. anyway, we been kickin' it for about a month now.. i usually i get bored by now, but NO! he is growing on me like crazy.. i am so damn attracted to him, that every time i'm with him, i just wanna hump the shit outta him. but since i'mma lady, i've controlled myself around him.. so far. siiiiigh. i swear it's never been this hard to hold back! and i promise it's not just all physical attraction.. we really do mesh well. he's real kick back and came off as a little shy when we first met [which is what attracted me even more to him].. but hopefully he doesn't turn out to be crazy and deranged. fuck that, even if he is crazy and deranged, i'd still hit, HA! naw, but really.. i do enjoy being with him.. and as confused as i was not that long ago about the situation with me and trey, i think it's safe to say.. isaac could be just what i need to move in a new direction. it's funny how similar the two of them are, yet different at the same time. isaac has all the qualities in trey that i fell for, and the qualities that i wished that trey had [the attentiveness]. but we'll see how it goes.. i'll keep ya'll updated.
besides that, there hasn't been anything else exciting in my life. i'm still studying for my GMATs like crazy. that shit is making my brain hurt. i'm THISCLOSE to sayin' fuck it to grad school. OH, and i'm moving into a new apartment next week and i couldn't be more excited! i'm so tired of this inconsiderate muthafucka that lives below me who sound like he's constantly playing basketball upside down in his apartment. so i'm making it a point to stomp, jump, and run around in my apartment during my last week here. childish, yes. but ya'll should already know by now that i'm not above that kinda shit, haha.
Monday, September 15, 2008
p.shitty WAS right..
BITCHASSNESS IS A DISEASE!!!!
i am so fuckin' irritated. what the FUCK is up with niggas actin' like muthafuckin' BITCHES?!! these fools walk around actin' like they hard and shit but the minute you say something that they don't like, even as a JOKE, they start cryin' like a bitch. and when i say "say something they don't like" i'm talkin' about tellin' them they ugly and some shit. you know, TRIVIAL shit. i ain't said shit about yo' momma or nothing. like who the fuck really cares if you look pretty or not when you wake up, or how your body is so big and buff it makes your head look like a pea, or whether or not those basketball shorts make your ass look fat. do you REALLY need my approval that bad?
and why the fuck do niggas play GAMES like bitches do?!! i mean, really.. how mature is it to:
1. berate someone cuz they pissed you off and then
2. delete their phone number/delete them off your friends list on facebook or myspace/burn the sheets they used to lay on/etc and then
3. find their number again/add them to your friends list on facebook or myspace/buy the same sheets you burned/etc and contact them again out of the blue and act like you're normal and done trippin' and then
4. berate them again cuz they said something to piss you off?
are you OBSESSED? CRAZY? PATHETIC? all of the above?
keep it movin' with your unstable emotional ass. and if i were you, i'd look down once a month and check to make sure my nuts ain't bleeding. sensitive ass bitch.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
go shawty, it's yo' birfday! and yours.. and his.. and hers..
august is a busy, busy month! there are too many damn people doing the nasty in nov/dec because EVERYBODY has a birthday in august or september! i am old as shit now and i can only handle so many club/bar/party/get-togethers per month, so all ya'll aug/sept babies better get together and throw a combined party or two, or don't get all pissy on me if i'm still too hungover from the previous night to make it to your bash the next night.
last weekend i had gone out to san francisco to celebrate two of my homeboys' birthdays. they had their own VIP section, bottle service, the whole nine yards. i headed out to the city with my girls, and between the 4 of us we killed a bottle of patron and a bottle of e&j. we were running on typical CP time, so we rolled up to that joint extra late. but because we were lookin' super fly - albeit slightly frazzled and not to mention tipsy - the bouncers still let us in without having to pay cover. YES! the place was cool.. by that i mean i was surrounded by folks my age and the DJ was playing music we can currently still hear playing on the radio. i was dancing with my girls when this one tall, cute ass brotha approached me and asked me to dance. shiiit.. ain't gotta ask me twice, lookin' as cute as you are! so we're dancing and shit.. next thing i know, this one tiny ass asian chick slides up next to us and starts grinding on ol' boy. i'm like, whatever, yo.. and start to back off, but this chick grabs me and pulls me in between her and dude and screams into my ear, "that's my boyfriend you're dancing with!" i'm like, OH.. i didn't know.. my bad! she screams, "no, it's okay! don't worry about it, girl!" i'm like, okaaaay.. cool, thx. but i'm already getting a lil' uneasy [and the dancing + patron + e&j + grey goose + flashing lights + heat was getting to me anyway].. something about this chick just didn't seem right. she came off to me as one of those sickening sweet broads that you sleep with, and wake up the next morning to her standing over you with a knife, while stroking your hair. so i'm tryin' to inch my way away from her and her man.. and she grabs me again, yells, "GIRL, you have to grind up on him!!" and proceeds to shove me into her man's crotch. at this point, i am like, WTF?!! so now this dude is rubbing all up on me dancing.. and his girlfriend is all up in my face tryna grind on me.. i'm like, oh, no, no, NO! and then this chick yells at me, "you are SOOOO pretty! my boyfriend pointed you out to me and i was like, 'damn! i gotta get her to dance with us! and maybe more! hehe!'" okay, as flattered as i was.. i was NOT down with whatever kinky ass swingers shit the two of these muthafuckas had goin' on in their relationship. i pushed her lil' ass outta my way and decided i had enough dancing for the night. forreals, i think ya'll were at the WRONG CLUB.. they must have been looking for the power exchange. anyway, overall this outing was MUCH more successful than the previous one [noted in my last entry].
today, or should i say yesterday since it's now officially sunday morning, was one of my girl's birthdays, so we had a girls-only luncheon to celebrate. she invited me and a couple of our other girlfriends from college, and a few of her own personal friends that the rest of us never met. these "other friends" of hers.. umm, well, they showed up high [you know i ain't knockin' that cuz anybody who knows me knows me and MJ are real tight.. um, i mean used to be, yeah]. anyway, you could tell these girls were the type of people who weren't about shit in their lives.. no jobs, no direction, nothing. more power to you if that's you, but i don't roll with those types. anyway, they picked some expensive ass restaurant to have lunch at, but since i wasn't very hungry anyway at 11-muthafuckin'-30 in the morning, i ordered a $13 dish. these lit bitches were ordering $30 dishes, plus appetizers, and a $50 bottle of wine. i was thinkin' in my head.. these muthafuckin' whores better be paying for their own shit.. ESPECIALLY after they killed the bottle of wine and ordered A SECOND BOTTLE! so you know i was PISSED when the bill came and one of the girls grabbed it and announced, "$350! umm.. let's split it evenly among all of us except the birthday girl." me and my girls looked at each other and we were all thinkin' the same shit. OMG, i wanted to grab those two empty bottles of wine and beat the living shit outta those scandalous ass hoes. let it be known, i HATE it when i go eat with a group of people and they want to split the bill equally among everybody. that shit is a bitch move.. if your ass is bold enough to order a $35 filet mignon for muthafuckin' lunch, your ass better be rich enough to pay for that shit. don't piggy-back off other people. man, my girls and i were HEATED. tell me why i shelled out damn near $90 for a grilled chicken sandwich? that, hands down, was the MOST EXPENSIVE chicken i've EVER had.. i sure hope that bird used to shit out colorless and flawless diamonds. or at least premium gas.
anyway.. i'm going back to LA next weekend.. i'm excited! i think the last time i went home was back in march/april? anyway, i had gone to vegas for labor day last year, so this year i decided to be more low-key and just go home and chill with my family.
oh yeah, i've also decided to go back to school for my masters.. i've been playin' around with the idea for the past year. i bought the GMAT prep book and had been half-assed studying, but i actually went and signed up for the exam a few weeks ago.. so it's REAL now. i'm taking my GMAT exam at the end of this year, and should be starting school by this time next year. i'm excited, but nervous.. i feel like i've been outta school for so long cuz my brain turns into mush every time i open that damn book! sigh. wish me luck.
i need to sleep.. yes, i know, i still owe you an entry about trey.. i think.. it may come, it may not.. my feelings on that changes daily, haha. NIGHT!
last weekend i had gone out to san francisco to celebrate two of my homeboys' birthdays. they had their own VIP section, bottle service, the whole nine yards. i headed out to the city with my girls, and between the 4 of us we killed a bottle of patron and a bottle of e&j. we were running on typical CP time, so we rolled up to that joint extra late. but because we were lookin' super fly - albeit slightly frazzled and not to mention tipsy - the bouncers still let us in without having to pay cover. YES! the place was cool.. by that i mean i was surrounded by folks my age and the DJ was playing music we can currently still hear playing on the radio. i was dancing with my girls when this one tall, cute ass brotha approached me and asked me to dance. shiiit.. ain't gotta ask me twice, lookin' as cute as you are! so we're dancing and shit.. next thing i know, this one tiny ass asian chick slides up next to us and starts grinding on ol' boy. i'm like, whatever, yo.. and start to back off, but this chick grabs me and pulls me in between her and dude and screams into my ear, "that's my boyfriend you're dancing with!" i'm like, OH.. i didn't know.. my bad! she screams, "no, it's okay! don't worry about it, girl!" i'm like, okaaaay.. cool, thx. but i'm already getting a lil' uneasy [and the dancing + patron + e&j + grey goose + flashing lights + heat was getting to me anyway].. something about this chick just didn't seem right. she came off to me as one of those sickening sweet broads that you sleep with, and wake up the next morning to her standing over you with a knife, while stroking your hair. so i'm tryin' to inch my way away from her and her man.. and she grabs me again, yells, "GIRL, you have to grind up on him!!" and proceeds to shove me into her man's crotch. at this point, i am like, WTF?!! so now this dude is rubbing all up on me dancing.. and his girlfriend is all up in my face tryna grind on me.. i'm like, oh, no, no, NO! and then this chick yells at me, "you are SOOOO pretty! my boyfriend pointed you out to me and i was like, 'damn! i gotta get her to dance with us! and maybe more! hehe!'" okay, as flattered as i was.. i was NOT down with whatever kinky ass swingers shit the two of these muthafuckas had goin' on in their relationship. i pushed her lil' ass outta my way and decided i had enough dancing for the night. forreals, i think ya'll were at the WRONG CLUB.. they must have been looking for the power exchange. anyway, overall this outing was MUCH more successful than the previous one [noted in my last entry].
today, or should i say yesterday since it's now officially sunday morning, was one of my girl's birthdays, so we had a girls-only luncheon to celebrate. she invited me and a couple of our other girlfriends from college, and a few of her own personal friends that the rest of us never met. these "other friends" of hers.. umm, well, they showed up high [you know i ain't knockin' that cuz anybody who knows me knows me and MJ are real tight.. um, i mean used to be, yeah]. anyway, you could tell these girls were the type of people who weren't about shit in their lives.. no jobs, no direction, nothing. more power to you if that's you, but i don't roll with those types. anyway, they picked some expensive ass restaurant to have lunch at, but since i wasn't very hungry anyway at 11-muthafuckin'-30 in the morning, i ordered a $13 dish. these lit bitches were ordering $30 dishes, plus appetizers, and a $50 bottle of wine. i was thinkin' in my head.. these muthafuckin' whores better be paying for their own shit.. ESPECIALLY after they killed the bottle of wine and ordered A SECOND BOTTLE! so you know i was PISSED when the bill came and one of the girls grabbed it and announced, "$350! umm.. let's split it evenly among all of us except the birthday girl." me and my girls looked at each other and we were all thinkin' the same shit. OMG, i wanted to grab those two empty bottles of wine and beat the living shit outta those scandalous ass hoes. let it be known, i HATE it when i go eat with a group of people and they want to split the bill equally among everybody. that shit is a bitch move.. if your ass is bold enough to order a $35 filet mignon for muthafuckin' lunch, your ass better be rich enough to pay for that shit. don't piggy-back off other people. man, my girls and i were HEATED. tell me why i shelled out damn near $90 for a grilled chicken sandwich? that, hands down, was the MOST EXPENSIVE chicken i've EVER had.. i sure hope that bird used to shit out colorless and flawless diamonds. or at least premium gas.
anyway.. i'm going back to LA next weekend.. i'm excited! i think the last time i went home was back in march/april? anyway, i had gone to vegas for labor day last year, so this year i decided to be more low-key and just go home and chill with my family.
oh yeah, i've also decided to go back to school for my masters.. i've been playin' around with the idea for the past year. i bought the GMAT prep book and had been half-assed studying, but i actually went and signed up for the exam a few weeks ago.. so it's REAL now. i'm taking my GMAT exam at the end of this year, and should be starting school by this time next year. i'm excited, but nervous.. i feel like i've been outta school for so long cuz my brain turns into mush every time i open that damn book! sigh. wish me luck.
i need to sleep.. yes, i know, i still owe you an entry about trey.. i think.. it may come, it may not.. my feelings on that changes daily, haha. NIGHT!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
party in my wheelchair!
so after numerous threats from certain people *couKATgh*.. and requests for updates from others, i'm updating. geez. i actually shouldn't have updated this soon.. should've made ya ass wait.. but i don't have shit else to do right now anyway. haha.
really haven't done much this past week. just working my ass off cuz we're getting into our "busy season" at work right now. OH, this past weekend, i ended up going to some bar out in san jose for one of my girl's birthday. what a waste of gas, time, and most importantly, a fly ass outfit. this place was soooo damn weak. this was clearly the place where the baby boomers in the bay get hyphy. i swear, that crowd was so damn old, i was waiting for someone to blurt out, "m-m-mom?!!" into the crowd. plus, the DJ was playin' some old ass songs.. i thought i walked into 2002. so within 3 minutes of arriving, i grabbed one of my girls and we made a beeline to the bar, hoping to drink some fun into our night. i usually just take straight shots so i really don't have a particular drink.. so i ended getting what my girl was getting, which was vodka and cranberry.. and i know it ain't been that long since i went out and drank, and i'm not the expert on mixed drinks since i rather throw back shots, but am i wrong or are you supposed to actually TASTE alcohol in a mixed drink? ughh.. so we grudgingly paid for our cup of cranberry juice.. but whatever, on the bright side, thx to the dude behind the bar with his weak wrist, at least i won't be getting a UTI any time soon.
so i must have stayed at the nursing home - i mean, bar for about 15 mins tops. i was so pissed someone our age would even PICK this spot.. i mean, dude, i know you a year older now and shit.. but that don't mean we gotta party with our parents now! i even tried to enjoy the evening by posting up in the courtyard outside the bar and people-watch, but even the white folks there couldn't entertain me enough. i would have fallen asleep had it not been for ja rule screaming thru the speakers about having a fetish for fuckin' a chick with a skirt on, in the back seat of his yukon. i had had enough. i found the birthday girl, told her i had to get up early to go to church the next morning [sorry, Jesus], and bounced. of course, on my way out, this crusty ol' brutha who had to be in his 50's, passed by me on his way in, stopped and whistled, "daaaamn, lil' lady.. do i KNOW you?" i was like, HELL NAW you don't know me! he starts, "you remind me of someone.. " perhaps your DAUGHTER? cuz you look the same age as my daddy and that ain't cool. oh, yeah.. he finishes his sentence with the ever-so-lame line, ".. my new wife!" umm, NEGATIVE. please keep it movin' with ya balding head, year-old braids [yes, he was balding but braided what hair was left on his head], and ashy knuckles. YUP, i seen it.
since it was still early when i left the bar, i called up trey [since i knew he was in san jose that weekend with some of his frat bruhs] and kicked it with him for a minute. umm, oh yeah, i do have something to say about the whole situation with him.. but it's 11:30 pm [which is past my bedtime] so i'mma go to sleep now. i'll save that post for another day.
really haven't done much this past week. just working my ass off cuz we're getting into our "busy season" at work right now. OH, this past weekend, i ended up going to some bar out in san jose for one of my girl's birthday. what a waste of gas, time, and most importantly, a fly ass outfit. this place was soooo damn weak. this was clearly the place where the baby boomers in the bay get hyphy. i swear, that crowd was so damn old, i was waiting for someone to blurt out, "m-m-mom?!!" into the crowd. plus, the DJ was playin' some old ass songs.. i thought i walked into 2002. so within 3 minutes of arriving, i grabbed one of my girls and we made a beeline to the bar, hoping to drink some fun into our night. i usually just take straight shots so i really don't have a particular drink.. so i ended getting what my girl was getting, which was vodka and cranberry.. and i know it ain't been that long since i went out and drank, and i'm not the expert on mixed drinks since i rather throw back shots, but am i wrong or are you supposed to actually TASTE alcohol in a mixed drink? ughh.. so we grudgingly paid for our cup of cranberry juice.. but whatever, on the bright side, thx to the dude behind the bar with his weak wrist, at least i won't be getting a UTI any time soon.
so i must have stayed at the nursing home - i mean, bar for about 15 mins tops. i was so pissed someone our age would even PICK this spot.. i mean, dude, i know you a year older now and shit.. but that don't mean we gotta party with our parents now! i even tried to enjoy the evening by posting up in the courtyard outside the bar and people-watch, but even the white folks there couldn't entertain me enough. i would have fallen asleep had it not been for ja rule screaming thru the speakers about having a fetish for fuckin' a chick with a skirt on, in the back seat of his yukon. i had had enough. i found the birthday girl, told her i had to get up early to go to church the next morning [sorry, Jesus], and bounced. of course, on my way out, this crusty ol' brutha who had to be in his 50's, passed by me on his way in, stopped and whistled, "daaaamn, lil' lady.. do i KNOW you?" i was like, HELL NAW you don't know me! he starts, "you remind me of someone.. " perhaps your DAUGHTER? cuz you look the same age as my daddy and that ain't cool. oh, yeah.. he finishes his sentence with the ever-so-lame line, ".. my new wife!" umm, NEGATIVE. please keep it movin' with ya balding head, year-old braids [yes, he was balding but braided what hair was left on his head], and ashy knuckles. YUP, i seen it.
since it was still early when i left the bar, i called up trey [since i knew he was in san jose that weekend with some of his frat bruhs] and kicked it with him for a minute. umm, oh yeah, i do have something to say about the whole situation with him.. but it's 11:30 pm [which is past my bedtime] so i'mma go to sleep now. i'll save that post for another day.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
man.. what the fuck kinda weed was that..
this past weekend, trey and his frat bruhs had a BBQ in oakland. he had invited me so i rolled thru with a couple of my girls. tell me why the muthafucka from my last blog was at the BBQ, too?!! i mean.. what the fuck! damn, yo.. does this fool need to be up at every single goddamn BBQ in the bay?!! seriously, i think he just follows his nose and shows up to eat! i'm still amazed he can know so many college-educated people, many of which he claims he is tight with, yet he is so dumb himself. and of course, dude seen me at the BBQ and first thing he said to me was, "aye, ma.. didn't i tell you i'd find ya?" oh, LORD.. here comes the crazy. i was just like, yeah, whatever.. please get up outta my face. then he went on to tell me how hurt he is that i don't return his phone calls, or texts, and how i'm hella cold and insensitive to his feelings.. blah blah muthafuckin' BLAH. forreals?!! DUDE IS SUCH A WOMAN!!! i don't give a damn about your feelings, man.. SHIT! he really just does not get it. thank god he had to leave the BBQ early for whatever reason.. but 30 minutes after he left, he was already blowin' up my phone again and sent me a text saying "even tho you mean as hell for ignoring me, you still looked beautiful, ma. and i like it!" uhhh.. moving on.
quick background info on trey for those of ya'll who don't already know the story. he and i were in this trainwreck of a relationship about 4-5 years ago. damn, has it been that long? yup.. junior/senior years of college. anyway.. it was a mess.. and we just started talking on the regular again maybe in late 2007? we started kickin' it again a couple months ago. a lot has changed with us.. we can actually be in the same room together for more than 10 minutes without fighting. PROGRESS! haha. but forreals, a lot can change in 4-5 years.. we've both been in other relationships, we've both graduated from college, and we both grew the fuck up. he is still the one guy who can still give me butterflies after all this time, and after all the shit we been thru with each other. so after the BBQ, my girls and i went back to one of his frat bruh's house with him to help clean up. we finished up some drank and then smoked [and since i've been outta school, my tolerance has gone to SHIT and i haven't smoked in a year] and watched step it up 2. afterwards, trey and i went back to his place and just talked. he told me about his recent trip to atlanta and then we talked about ryan.. and after talking to trey about it, i think it just re-affirmed to myself that i made the right decision. i realized i definitely was not in love with ryan.. i love him, that's real.. but wasn't in love. trey definitely helped me realize that. how funny. anyway, i did end up spending the night at his place.. and man, i dunno what the fuck it was, if it was the weed or what we did.. but i woke up feeling like everything was clear as hell to me and feeling more confused than ever.. all at the same time. sorry, kat, i know you're probably shaking your head in disappointment at me right now :( haha.
yeah, i definitely need to focus on new players on my roster.. but i can't help but recycle my MVP.. siiigh.
quick background info on trey for those of ya'll who don't already know the story. he and i were in this trainwreck of a relationship about 4-5 years ago. damn, has it been that long? yup.. junior/senior years of college. anyway.. it was a mess.. and we just started talking on the regular again maybe in late 2007? we started kickin' it again a couple months ago. a lot has changed with us.. we can actually be in the same room together for more than 10 minutes without fighting. PROGRESS! haha. but forreals, a lot can change in 4-5 years.. we've both been in other relationships, we've both graduated from college, and we both grew the fuck up. he is still the one guy who can still give me butterflies after all this time, and after all the shit we been thru with each other. so after the BBQ, my girls and i went back to one of his frat bruh's house with him to help clean up. we finished up some drank and then smoked [and since i've been outta school, my tolerance has gone to SHIT and i haven't smoked in a year] and watched step it up 2. afterwards, trey and i went back to his place and just talked. he told me about his recent trip to atlanta and then we talked about ryan.. and after talking to trey about it, i think it just re-affirmed to myself that i made the right decision. i realized i definitely was not in love with ryan.. i love him, that's real.. but wasn't in love. trey definitely helped me realize that. how funny. anyway, i did end up spending the night at his place.. and man, i dunno what the fuck it was, if it was the weed or what we did.. but i woke up feeling like everything was clear as hell to me and feeling more confused than ever.. all at the same time. sorry, kat, i know you're probably shaking your head in disappointment at me right now :( haha.
yeah, i definitely need to focus on new players on my roster.. but i can't help but recycle my MVP.. siiigh.
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